Desperation[MATURE]
07-09-2013, 11:38 AM
Elphaba had heard the scream, the vile, shrill call demanding the King of Seracia. A bellow, a call, a forlorn cry, that sound was not one of someone who still maintained their mental faculties. This was a summoning of desperation and unless her ears deceived her, a great deal of hatred. Golden oculars flickered, ears careening back to rest against her cranium. She contemplated the voice, she couldn't recall ever hearing it before. What did they have against Seracia? What did they want? Her eyes spun, shifting across the familiar territory, she scarcely found reason to leave the confines of her gilded cage, but she sought to do so now. Decision made, legs propelled the oddly covered dame across the earth at high speeds. She did not serve Seracia, she never had. She had served Gerhardt and she was willing to remain beneath Maverick's rule, both were worthy leaders. If they were to fall Elphaba would leave and, if they would have her, she would move with them. Her loyalty, once decided was absolute. The ebony creature would draw to a halt, paws slowly in their ferocious gait as she reached the rather large gathering of wolves, from all walks of life or so it seemed. Her long limbs brought her to stand just behind Gideon and Gerhardt, a soft chuff escaped her vocals to alert them both to her presence. She had never met Gideon but she knew a great deal about him. Golden eyes hardened to topaz as she quickly realized just who stood before her. Gerhardt's ex-wife, the one whom had left him temporarily bereft of sanity back in the winter months. Anger coiled through her and she shifted, but she spoke not a sound. It wasn't her place to interfere, she was here for support and on the chance, that she could be of some use. She would not hesitate to take either one of her pack mates place in a fight. "Speech" |